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[suqqubus]

every night i fight a gruesome, blood-soaked battle against the thought of "you should go to [usual bar] alone to see if bar crush is there"

[simp4pedropascal75]

“I love you” (Joel Miller x Reader)

words: 2.6k

trigger warnings: A LOT OF ANGST, death, sui!cide attempt, it has a “happy ending?”m fluff, reader in his 20s and Joel in his late 40s

summary: you go on a misson with joel, tommy and maria, but things doesn’t go as planned.

s/n: hey guys, i have been inactive for a while now because of school:/, but i hope you like this ff, tell me if it's too dramatic or too much and if i made any spelling mistakes or anything, i'm happy about feedback:)

Enjoy<3

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Joel and you knew each other a long time now. You’re happily married, and you never thought this all will happen, but here you are, laying naked in Joels arms. He’s still asleep, and you just watch him.

He’s so beautiful…, you think.

You don’t get the chance to watch him sleep often. Your eyes wander from his fluffy and messy hair to his bushy eyebrows. Then to his beautiful eyes, which peacefully rest. You look at his nose.

God, his nose.

You bite your lip while remembering last night: you sitting on his face while his nose is buried into your pussy and his tongue-

Okay, stop it.

You chuckle quietly while your eyes travel to his soft lips.

His lips…

You remember feeling these lips for the first time on yours.

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You and Joel first met when he came to Jackson with Ellie. Since you’ve been good friends with Tommy, you quickly got to meet him and oh my god, he was cold as fuck.

You two didn’t got along for the first time and he was mean, to be honest. But since you needed to go on missions and patrols together, you had to deal with each other.

That you and Ellie got along well didn’t made it easier for you.

But after some weeks, you caught yourself staring at him, wanting to know where he is, how he is and feeling a big desire of having him near you.

God, how you hated this feeling. The feeling of being in love with someone, who doesn’t love you back.

That’s what you thought, without knowing Joel already loved you way before you started to get feelings. He was just good at pretending. Ellie definitely noticed it and she teased him.  Oh, and how she did.

But Joel and you got closer. And one time when you two were on a mission, where you two almost died. And in this moment you two realized that life is too short for not confessing the love for each other.

And that’s when he pulled you into his arms and kissed you with all his feelings, he had for you. It was raining, and it just was like in a movie.

After that you began to date, you remember how people judged you because of the age difference, but you didn’t give a shit. And thankfully the people didn’t care after a while too.

After 2 years he proposed to you and two months later you married.

Now it’s already been four months since your wedding and you actually try getting pregnant. You always dreamed of being a mother, but you knew Joels story and expected that he doesn’t want a second child, and to addition, you had Ellie. But one day on your honeymoon, he said that he would try it, for you. And since then, you tried, but with no success. But you don’t give up, and I mean, you can’t complain. Having sex with Joel Miller is…

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“You’re staring at me?”, you hear a raspy voice. It’s Joel and he rips you out of your thoughts. “Well, I had to use my chance, you know”, you smile.

“Pervert…”, Joel mumbles joking while he pulls you into a kiss. You directly feel what his intention is. “No!”, you break the kiss. “We have a busy day today.”, you say seriously while getting up. Joel sighs and you just feel his eyes directly staring through you. “Now you’re staring, old man!”, you laugh and get dressed. “I can’t help myself…”, he mumbles and stands up. You feel his hands on your waist.

Fuck, he’s still naked.

“Joel…”, you warn him while he places kisses on your neck. You almost fall for his touch, almost…

“We promised Tommy and Maria to help them out on their mission, so… nice try.”, you free yourself out of his grip and go into the bathroom. “Get ready now!”, you shout out of the bathroom, and you just hear his annoyed sigh.

Joel’s POV

I’m leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to come down and ready to go. And then she comes down, with a big smile on her face and she just seems so god damn happy out of sudden. “So happy to see me?”, I chuckle confused while raising my eyebrows. She laughs.

How much I love her laugh…

“Well, no, not particularly about that.”, she answers, grabbing her backpack and walking towards me. “Ouch”, I chuckle, and she places a kiss on my cheek. “I will tell you when we come back.”

Y/N’s POV

Before you go, you take a look into Ellie’s room, where she’s sleeping peacefully. You smile and slowly approach her. “We’ll go now”, you whisper softly while caressing her hand. “Hmh...”, she mumbles sleepy. “Don’t make too much trouble while we’re away, love you…”. Ellie doesn’t reply, she’s asleep again.

We walk hand in hand to the gate, where we meet Tommy and Maria. “Hey there”, Tommy says to me with a smile and hugs me.

“Did you sleep well?”, he teases, knowing you didn’t sleep at all and looks at Joel with a smirk.

“Shut up, Tommy”, Joel says while rolling his eyes and then they greet each other. Maria comes towards you.

“You seem very happy today”, Maria notices and hugs you.

“Well, I am…”, I give her a soft smile.

“Everyone’s ready?”, Tommy asks, and we walk to our horses.

“Always”, you reply, and you feel Joel’s mouth at your ear: “You know, we could stay home and…”

“Joel, no.”, you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“When we get back home, we can do whatever we want…”, you whisper and start kissing him. You don’t realize how long you actually stay there and make out with him until Tommy clears his throat.

“You’re done?”, he asks, and you chuckle.

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You’re already two days on your way to the hospital to get new medical recourses.

“Okay, how about a race?”, you suggest randomly. “No.”, Joel replies seriously.

“Well-“, Maria wants to answer but you’re already gallop away with your horse.

“Dammit- Y/N!”, you hear Joel shouting and you laugh. You always loved riding, especially with your horse. You feel the wind blowing through your hair and when you see the big, abandoned hospital in front of you, you stop. Joel comes straight after you, followed by Maria and Tommy.

“What were you think-“, you hear Joel upset, but you interrupt him.

“Well, here we are.”, you say out of breath and turn to the others. You feel Joel watching you, but you can’t look at him right now, too distracting.

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We go through the entrance of the hospital. “Let’s split up”, Tommy suggests. “Or we’re here for an eternity”.

We all agree, and Joel and you get going. You’re walking through a hallway, going into different rooms to search for medical stuff.

“Mad?”, you ask while opening some drawers.

“Kind of”, Joel answers with his rough voice and making sure everything’s safe.

“Gonna’ make it up to you, don’t worry”, you smirk, and you just hear a chuckle from him.

You two search in every stage of the hospital on the left side and thankfully found some stuff. You didn’t meet any clickers on your way, which was kind of confusing and suspicious, but the better for you. You two are on your way back to meet up with Tommy and Maria again.

“How about Ethan?”, Joel suddenly says.

“What?”, you ask confused, looking at him.

“Ethan, a name for the baby when you get pregnant sometime.”, Joel explains, and a slight smile appears on his face.

You heart melts. “Ethan is beautiful”, you answer while placing your hands on his shoulders.

“I love you…”, you whisper and looking directly into his beautiful hazel eyes.

“I love you too, princess”, he caresses your cheek, wanting to kiss you, but suddenly the wall above you begins to shake. “Watch out!”, he says while grabbing your hand and running with you some meters away. The wall breaks down and makes a big hole in the floor.

A hole to the lowest stage of the hospital.

You hear steps, very fast steps and they get louder.

“Runners.”, Joel quickly realizes, grabs your hand, and starts running. A whole wave of runners and also clickers come out of the hole, where the basement of the hospital was and chase you.

You quickly run to the entrance again, where Tommy and Maria are already waiting.

“Watch out!”, you yell and grab your gun while turning around and start shooting.

Everyone starts shooting, but it seems there are just coming more. It doesn’t take long that you all realize that your ammunition gets low.

“They’re too many!”, Maria shouts.

A clicker runs directly towards you, you wanted to shoot but you don’t have any ammo anymore. He jumps onto you. “Fuck off!”, you yell, grab your knife, and directly stab into the clickers head.

“Y/N! You’re okay?”, Joel asks you worried and helps you standing up. “I’m fine.”, you answer.

You’re not.

“Let’s get out of here!”, Tommy shouts and you all run out, to your horses and ride away.

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After you’re out of danger, everyone gets off and takes a deep breath.

“Is everyone okay?”, Tommy asks, and everybody looks after each other. You get off the horse, pressing your hand on your arm.

“Guys…”, you mumble quietly. Joel turns around, so do Tommy and Maria. You look them directly into their eyes.

“Oh no…”, Maria realizes and gulps. Tommy doesn’t get a word out of his mouth.

“What?”, Joel is confused and not understanding anything. He doesn’t see it. He doesn’t want to.

You show remove your hand from your arm.

You got bitten.

“What… no…”, Joel stutters and walks towards you. “No!”, he yells and takes your arm to stare at your wound. You start to feel dizzy and sit down, leaning against the tree. Joel kneels to you, taking a bandage and pressing it on your arm.

“Y-You’re going to be fine, don’t worry, darling.”, he stammers. You look at him and a tear runs down your cheek.

“Joel…”, you whisper, but he doesn’t want to hear it. “I’m going to bandage you and then we’re going to Jackson, where you get helped…”. He’s denying it. He can’t see it. He can’t accept it.

“Joel…”, you whisper again. “No, don’t worry, everything’s going to be fi-“.

“Joel!”, you shout, and he got quiet. Now he sees it. You see tears in his eyes. Tommy and Maria do too.

It’s quiet. It’s quiet for a long time.

You’re arm begins to shake. You take your gun and realize it only has one bullet left. You look up to Joel, your eyes meet. He directly knows what you mean.

“No, you’re not going to do that”, he says seriously and rips the gun out of your hand. “Come on, you’re strong, we’re gonna make it to Jackson!”, he tries to deny it again. He wants to lift you up.

“Joel, we cant help her”, Tommy mutters.

“Please Joel, I don’t want to turn in one of these monsters…”, you cry, and you feel you slowly how you lose control over your mind. “Please…”, you lay your hand on his cheek.

“I can’t live without you… Please, I can’t do this…”, he begs while tears are running down his cheek.

“You need to take care of Ellie… People need you…”, you whisper.

“But I need you-… No, I can’t!-“, you grab his hand in which he holds your gun.

“Please Joel.”, you whisper and wipe his tears away. “I love you so much, joel…”, you smile in tears.

Joel pulls you into a hug. A long one. You feel the warmth of his body for the last time, and so does he. He places a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you…”, he stands up and raises the gun at you. His hand begins to shake.

“It’s okay…”, you smile softly while a tear runs down your wet cheek.

He stares at you. He sees your smile for the last time. He takes a deep breath and…

He pulls the trigger.

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Joels POV

I walk into our house while I feel how my lungs begin to tighten. I can’t get Ellies cry out of my head when she saw me carrying Y/N’s body. I try to breath but everywhere I look, it reminds me of her. I try to walk up the stairs and go to the bathroom, thinking I’m going to throw up. I fall on my knees in front of the toilet. My vision starts to get blurry, but then I suddenly see something on the edge of the bathtub and I remember the morning before we went on the misson.

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I’m leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to come down and ready to go. And then she comes down, with a big smile on her face and she just seems so god damn happy out of sudden. “So happy to see me?”, I chuckle confused while raising my eyebrows. She laughs.

How much I love her laugh…

“Well, no, not particularly about that.”, she answers, grabbing after  backpack and walking towards me. “Ouch”, I chuckle, and she places a kiss on my cheek. “I will tell you when we come back.”

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I grab after it, but I don’t recognize what is it, but when my visions starts to get clearer again, my heart stops.

It’s a positive pregnancy test.

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One months later

I’m sitting on the edge of the mountain, watching the moon. It was our favorite place.

But the moon doesn’t seem very round, I’m drunk. I drink my whole beer and place it to the side, then I take my gun, looking at it.

I think of her, every fucking second. I see her smile, I hear her laughs, I feel her touch and I feel her presence. But everything is just in my head. She’s gone. If I stayed with her in Jackson, everything wouldn’t have happened. I wouldn’t have lost my love… and my baby.

I place the gun towards me, and my hand begins to shake, again.  

I pull the trigger, but suddenly everything freezes. Like the time has stopped.

“Don’t”, you say and take a sit next to me. I look to my side and you’re there.

“Joel, you’re needed here. You still have a purpose to fulfill here. Think of Ellie. She couldn’t handle losing two of the people she loves.”, I hear your voice saying to me and feel your hand on mine. “We’ll see each other again, but not now. I love you.”

I flinch. The bullet directly passes my ear. I flinched, again. Just like I did when I lost Sarah..

Some years later

“Joel, get up…”, I hear Ellie. “Joel fucking get up!”. I can’t reply.

“Please stop… Please don’t do this!”, she shouts.

“Joel please get up!”, that’s the last thing I hear and then everything goes black.

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I slowly wake up, feeling grass under me. I slowly get up, confused, but feeling no pain. I look around, I’m in a field and in a distance, I see a house with a sheep ranch. “Hey there, old man.”, you say, and I turn around. You run into my arms, and finally, I feel you again. “I missed you…”, I mumble while taking your face into my hands. “I missed you too…”, you reply and then our lips meet.

“Come…”, you smile at me and take my hand, walking through the field towards the ranch. In the distance I see Sarah, she’s waving me. “Come on dad!”, she shouts from the distance, and I smile.

I stop walking, taking a deep breath and then looking at you.

“I love you.”

[sannylity]

Royalty AU for Slimeriana.

The Crown series inspired.

Mariana is a prince, soon-to-be heir who needs to marry to become the king and ruler. Five bachelors are selected by the council to stay with him in the castle for a month, an opportunity to get to know them and by the end of it, he gets to choose his partner.

Here’s the thing, the council personally handpicked four people to be either royalties or rich merchants with power, and one contestant is meant to be an ordinary man/woman without any influence to appeal to the low-middle class public and appear like the crown has humility for the kingdom in all walks of life.

Let’s say this whole process was an old pact that has been bastardized over the years and it just became more favorable to the people in positions of power but hey, at least they’re not homophobic lmaooooo

The bachelors can be anyone. It can be Foolish, a prince from a powerful kingdom, an obvious pick and a favorite by the council. Cellbit who is the son of a rich merchant, who in the end fell in love with the Prince’s right hand man instead.

Charlie is the one contestant who came from a poor family, fuck it, he doesn’t even have a family. He was an orphan and the only reason he signed up was because he lost a bet from Wilbur and Wilbur thought it’d be funny. It’s not like he was getting chosen as the token poor contestant anyway.

Well… three days later, he receives an invitation from the council.

No lowlife has ever won the heart of the prince/princess. Charlie is pretty self-aware that the whole system is rigged against someone like him and he wasn’t expecting to win or is there to win Mariana’s heart anyway. He might just as well enjoy the fancy living until he gets sent home.

But… Things don’t go according to plan.

Somehow, in some way, Prince Mariana takes interest in him. And for a while, Charlie sees it as pity and nothing more. Because what does he have to offer that the four other men don’t already have? He even lets Mariana know that he was on my there for a bet, that he doesn’t even want to get married.

Still, for that reason, Mariana keeps him around. And they get to know each other more and more. And Charlie slowly lets his guard down. They become close and his opinions about not wanting to get married felt like ages ago. And soon enough, Charlie has also fallen in love with the prince.

This poses a huge problem to the council because it sparks an interest and even an inspiration to the rest of the public to vote more for Charlie.

Let’s say choosing the prince/princess’ spouse is split from: the council = 30%, the public = 30% and the prince/princess = 40%.

And Charlie is climbing the ranks, winning the public’s favor unintentionally.

So, imagine the council doing everything in their power to rig the votes against him. They expose his past to sway the public, twist and make up stories like how Wilbur is secretly his boyfriend and he’s only marrying into royalty to sway Mariana, etc etc.

But through all the trials and tribulations, Charlie and Mariana gets married and live happily ever after! :D

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I don’t know. I just want Charlie to somehow pull a bad bitch like Mariana with his wet cat, pathetic rizz, but like, make it royalty lol

Feel free to use this AU however you want. Just give a little credit and tag me so I could share and also see it! <3

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i would love to just know some basic info about rosie <3

like what’s her favorite color? does she plan on having a family? her favorite movie/song/singer? (idk remember if this is inputted in previous asks or true mother but) how’s her relationship with her family like?

she’s just my girl and i lover her sm!

Rebecca Rose Phillips, Captain for the ATA! Deep red hair that is sometimes maroon in the right light, she loves the latest fashions and very much hates the rationing in England, but is thoroughly enjoying the shorter hem lines because of it.

Rose grew up in Georgia, but her family moved to South Carolina sometime in her yearly teenage years. She’s the youngest of three children, she has two older brothers. Her family is fairly close, she had a good childhood, did all the things southern girls of her age did. And all the things they were told not to do. She lost her virginity to her brother’s best friend after they moved and when he tried to propose she happily turned him down.

Rose started to learn to fly at sixteen, when her older brother learned, and she’s been in the sky ever since. Her oldest brother joined the army in the early 40s and passed in late 1941 after the Germans bombed a railway station in Norway. He never even saw any action and had been waiting on a transport to base. Which, after the initial grief, was when she decided to join the ATA.

Rose’s mother hasn’t spoken to her since she left, they had a massive argument when Rose joined and they both said very hurtful things. Her father sends her occasional care packages and updates her on what’s happening at home.

Her other brother is happily married and a doctor in North Carolina, he has four kids and Rose sends him condoms as a joke.

Rose’s favorite color is yellow, like the flowers that grow in the field outside her family’s house. Once Rosie finds out, he brings her one every time he sees her and that’s what has her falling for him. Among other things.

Rose likes all music, but she and Bucky bicker about it after the war. She prefers more lyrics than instruments and he disagrees. Rose loves to dance, and she’s dying to enter a few competitions. Begs Rosie to do one of those “last ones standing” competitions when they go meet her family.

Rose has a really tough exterior, her mother raised her to be a lady, but not one to be walked all over, and Rosie has a good time getting to the center of that toughness where she keeps her heart.

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #27:

Willie Nelson Sings Kristofferson

When I was eight years old my parents took me to see my first naked lady. Let me tell you all about it.

I grew up in LA but had no real relationship to Hollywood; yes, we'd take periodic trips to Universal Studios to ride through the one foot high Red Sea, see the Psycho house and climb on props from The Incredible Shrinking Woman, but Ricky Schroder didn't live on my block and my dad was a house painter.

My only connection to Hollywood and fame was my mom's famous cousin Kris, who we'd see once every other year or so. Kristofferson has never known me from Adam but, like me, he loved my mother and deeply loved my grandmother. He was also incredibly handsome, kind, deeply masculine and, by that point, stone cold sober. So of course he was my idol.

And so when Songwriter, Kris's totally forgettable buddy flick with Willie Nelson, came out in 84, I begged my parents to take me to see it. The movie was about writing, I argued, and I was going to be a writer when I grew up. I was eight years old and I was already full of crap; the movie is almost as dumb as I was:

Bizarrely, my parents agreed to take me, and next thing you know my mother was literally covering my eyes with her hands as Cousin Kris cavorted with a naked lady who clearly wasn't his wife and who had the world's biggest knockers. Happily, my mother's fingers are skinny, so I got an eyeful. The movie taught me absolutely nothing about writing, but I did start to wonder about naked ladies. They seemed pretty cool.

Still, I wondered just how Kris's lovely wife felt about him making such a movie. Every time I was around them, she was literally covered in their babies - there were way too many of them for me to begin identifying individual ages or names, especially as they all looked the same. Did she know, I worried, about the lady with the giant boobies? Would there marriage survive?

Well, it's 40 years later and I'm proud to report that they are still very happily married. Maybe she never bothered to watch Songwriter...

Thankfully Nelson and Kristofferson's relationship was not born on the movie lot, and based on the image on the back of Willie's 79 album Willie Nelson Sings Kristofferson and their time together in the Highwaymen, I sense that the relationship is a special one for both men.

In preparation for my discussion of the record, here's a warm-up, one-question, multiple choice, pop quiz on Nelson:

Question: How many studio albums has Nelson put out in his 61 year career?

54

38

565

100

Before you google the answer, let me provide a little perspective. Nelson and Bob Dylan both made their album debuts in 62; 6 years later Neil Young put out his first solo record. To date, Neil has 45 studio albums, or so, to his name, depending on how you count. Dylan, 40.

(Stephen Stills, as we all know, Sucks: in a career that's as long as Young's he's produced somewhere under 30 records or so, and that total generously includes all the C, S & N albums.)

Choice #1 in the above quiz makes sense. It would make Nelson slightly more productive than Neil and far more productive than Bob, and I can get my mind around that: Bob's production has slowed down considerably in the last 30 years, and Young's alternated between rushing things out half-baked (for example, everything he ever made with members of Willie's family in the Promise of the Real) or refusing to issue finished and impossibly great records for decades for no discernible reason (Homegrown, Chrome Dreams - you know, two of the best records of all time).

Choice #2, wherein Nelson spent less time in the studio than either Bob or Neil, could work too: Nelson is 4 years older than Dylan (Willie's 90!) and he didn't put out any records until his late 20's; plus he's always high, right? So maybe he's less prolific?

Choice #3 is included to make sure you're not a bot. If you are, Greetings, Machine. I hope you are enjoying my blog! Thank you for being 53 of my 59 followers. When you are done reading this please go attack some Russian servers or something, okay?

Choice #4 is nearly as wacko, right? How could Willie possibly have produced 1.64 albums a year, smoked all that supposed pot, evaded all those supposed taxes and made a terrible movie with Cousin Kris along the way? Can't be done, right?

Wrong. The correct answer is #4. Nelson has made an even 100 studio albums in his career. In 1982 alone he put out 4 records, 3 of which were issued in consecutive months. Holy Smoke, Willie!

Now I want to come right on out and say that I own, and have only heard, a fraction of those albums. I count 9 on my shelf at the moment and I'm no real authority on Willie. What's more, I've never been to Farm Aid, nor have I ever seen an Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground. I've never even smoked any of Nelson's herb and I'd decline it if offered. So, if you want to put me in a full Nelson in the comments and critique all the follows, be my guest.

But in the meantime I'm gonna act like I know a lot about Wet Willie and his impossible album total and argue that the sheer enormity of his output explains a few things about him generally and Sings Kristofferson in particular.

The album in question is alternatively workman-like, tossed off, intricate and sublime. I'm guessing he recorded it in a weekend of single takes after spending ten years singing the songs for his own pleasure. Let's dive into this Dollar Bin must-have.

To begin with, the hits are all here. Make a list of Kristofferson songs you know and they are probably all on the record.

Bobby McGee is given a country blues work up with an extended jam at the back end. Nelson rides the riff in baritone. The truth is that I've never heard a single version of this wonderful song that I really love other than Kris's own take: only he really understands how damn sad the story is. Roger Miller sings it like he's the gringo at the fiesta; Gordon Lightfoot gets the job done then moves on to songs of his own that mean much more to him; Janis Joplin rewrites it almost entirely, and while the result is classic, I have to remind myself that hers is the same song.

Much the same can be said for the album's Sunday Morning Coming Down. Nelson is thoughtful, takes the song to church and then the dance hall, and fills both spaces with stately grace.

I like playing Nelson's version of the song while putting together a nice weekend brunch for my family. There's plenty fresh hot coffee on hand for my wife and the egg sandwiches have avocado, swiss and homemade hollandaise. I pick out nice plates.

But the song is about beer for breakfast. And only Kristofferson really conveys just how much misery it contains:

And so I think that the real magic of Nelson's record lies in the songs Kristofferson got wrong on his own. Take You Show Me Yours (And I'll Show You Mine). Kris was pretty lost on alcohol when he blasted through his own version: there's a 4,000 member choir on hand along with a trashcan percussion section and too slick of a pianoman. All poor Kris can do is warble along.

But Willie uses the song to show off his pipes. And, oh, aren't they glorious!

And the album closes with something pretty extraordinary I think. Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends is a song Kris passed on to others in the late 60's. He didn't attempt a version of his own until the 3rd album he made with Rita Coollidge and that record is straight up boring. Their marriage was already over; the story had already ended.

But Nelson's version is startlingly perfect. Just sit with me a moment. Enjoy it, till it's over. And lean in for the second line of the second verse. I find the note Willie hits for "softer" to be one of the most surprising and sublime moments in my entire Dollar Bin.

I kind of imagine Nelson will live to 100 and put out another 25 records. But Cousin Kris will surely pass away in the coming days, months or years. So too will Bob and Neil. I honestly hate to think about it. Just like me, they are all flawed men, yes, but I believe they are important artists and their contributions have been, and will continue to be, deeply positive.

When the day comes and I hear of Kris's passing, I'll surely put on this record and think with appreciation of the really nice moments I was lucky to spend in his company as a kid. I'll think of his wonderful songwriting, and I'll think of the loving pride with which he stood beside my grandmother. I'll probably remember too how he granted me my first look at boobies.

And when Willie Nelson begins to sing in Please Don't Tell Me How... and describes so perfectly a last night spent together, I'll sit still and close my eyes, saying a little prayer in my own way.

That's how I want the story to end.

[the-dark-side-of-the-violet]

april tc challenge by @morethanwords0475 ୨୧

[Note: my TC was my freshman and first half of my sophomore year of HS. I graduated HS in 2012.]

day 1: happy april fool’s! have you ever pranked your TC; if so, how did they react?

Nope, honestly never did. I've always hated pranks and the one time I saw him get pranked it was not received well (tbf you never ever fuck with anything a person is injesting, that's not a prank that's just dangerous).

day 2: what is the earliest thing you can remember about your TC?

I remember in 8th grade each quarter we had a different special or whatever and they were basically intros to HS classes and 3rd quarter it was industrial tech and that was his class. He wasn't my TC then, just a cool teacher. I remember it was during that quarter that I had my braces taken off the day before my 14th bday. I also have a vague memory of him walking our class back down the hall to the middle school hallway and him BSing about something. I remember knowing right away I wanted to take his class in HS, but at that point it was for the class and not for him. He didn't become my TC until the beginning of my freshman year.

day 3: do you like your TC’s subject? do you consider yourself to be good at it?

Oh I loved it, I always did well in it too. I was the only girl, so I never felt jealous of anyone either. 😂

day 4: how do you feel about your age gap?

Back then it didn't bug me, I saw nothing wrong with it (17 years and change). Once I hit early adulthood (like 18-22ish) I was like okay yeah that'd be fucked if I was with a dude who was 40 now. Now I'm hitting the age (29 now) where an age gap like that starts to get less creepy and drift more toward some lowkey side eye.

[Not that it's a thing that would happen or that I'm thinking of, I'm happily married now.]

day 5: have you ever said anything to your TC that showed you favoured them? have they said anything like that to you?

Ohhhh my fucking god EVERYONE knew. Fucking everyone. The majority of my class. At least half the class above me. He knew (I literally told the man I loved him, I was fucking insane). My guidance counselor earned her paycheck my freshman and sophomore years, running interference in that fiasco. Holy shit.

day 6: have you ever noticed any small habits that they have? if so, what comes to mind first?

Oh shit this is gonna require some serious thinking, its been so goddamn long. Like, literally over a decade now since I've seen him in person.

[Jesus fucking christ I'm getting old.]

His laugh was always distinct. Some of his mannerisms, especially with his hands. My freshman year he was using a cane and he'd wave it at guys being stupid. 😂 He was always super fun, happy-go-lucky type, pretty sure that's what ultimately drew me in. My TC with him started literally a month after my mother died, and that was only the beginning of a major clusterfuck, so I wasn't in an emotionally stable state to begin with.

[victors-grave]

Hello people of tumblr! It is once again that time where I spin the spin wheel of oc names to see which ships the spin wheel creates. The same rules as before, I spin the wheel twice for two ocs that will be shipped together, I give that ship a rating and reason for its rating. At the very end, the ship with the highest rated will be drawn and posted. Maybe even given a fic if the ship is good enough.

Let's begin!

Spin ship 1: Sabna Garn and Captain Farrell

Rating: 1/10

Reason: I couldn't remember who Sabna was at first before realising she's one of Ravona's handmaidens. Anyways, this wouldn't work as the ages don't match up, plus Farrell's boss killed Sabna's girlfriend so it would probably be very hostile.

Spin ship 2: Volt and Cross

Rating: 1/10

Reason: I thought they were the same age, then realised they have like 30 years between them. Just can't get behind it and I'm pretty sure Volt would be a kid when Cross dies so it would be a bit weird.

Spin ship 3: Tay Kanoi and Wren Catis

Rating: 0/10

Reason: Wren is Acearo, enough said.

Spin ship 4: Talyra Tarick and Bala Sertin

Rating: 0/10

Reason: Again, another handmaiden, however the last time these two saw each other, Talyra would of been 14/15 while Bala was in her latr 20's. So, just no.

Spin ship 5: Cialin Inei and Tye Loe Madon

Rating: 0/10

Reason: Cialin's son is basically Tye Loe's mentor/father figure?!? He would be like a Grandad to him so NO.

Spin ship 6: Pranik Jana and Rog'el Deu

Rating: 5/10

Reason: This is the best so far, so that's why the rating is higher. It's realistic cause they're around the same age, give or take a few years, and would have realistically met once or twice. The best of the worse right now.

Spin ship 7: Florena Sola and Shay'e Deu

Rating: 0/10

Reason: Shay'e is 40 years old when Florena is born! NO

Spin ship 8: Soren Inei and Dancers of Club eternity

Rating: 4/10

Reason: it's quite vague so that doesn't help it but it's alright. He has been to Club eternity so it's not impossible. It's a little below average. As soon as I get names for the dancers, this will be better.

Spin ship 9: Leta Kaltis and Zirara Catis

Rating: 4/10

Reason: They're both happily married and I'm pretty sure there was a similar ship in part one which is strange. They're both middle aged adults though so it's not the worse.

Spin ship 10: Tye Loe Madon and Zayre Xa-Qui

Rating: 3/10

Reason: His husband's younger brother? It's getting a 3 cause I like the drama, but not enough for it to get any higher. Also age gap thing is a bit weird so maybe not.

So from that TERRIBLE spins gifted by the spin wheel, I would say that we got at least one good one maybe?

But if I don't draw if then I'll do another ones of these posts soon.

BYE

[idolskpop]

Super Junior Kyuhyun Reveals His Marriage Plans and Ideal Type

Super Junior Kyuhyun, who is currently in his mid-30s, has opened up about his thoughts on marriage and his ideal type of partner. The singer and TV host appeared as a guest on SBS’ “Dolsing Fourmen” on October 3, along with Yerin and Shin Sejin.

Super Junior Kyuhyun Wants to Get Married in Five Years

(Photo : Kyuhyun (Kpop Wiki)) During the show, MC Lee Sangmin asked Kyuhyun about his age and his previous statement of wanting to get married in five years. Kyuhyun confirmed that he is 35 years old now and that he hopes to tie the knot when he is 40. He said that he definitely wants to get married and explained the reason behind his dream. “Sometimes, when I’m in a car or walking, I see elderly couples walk hand in hand like this, and it makes me so happy. When I went to England, I even saw an old couple giving the grandmother a backhug, and it was so nice to see.”

(Photo : Super Junior Facebook) However, the four divorced hosts of the show tried to burst his bubble by giving him some realistic advice. They pointed out that the elderly couples he saw might not be as happy as they seemed, or that they might be in their second marriage. They also teased him for dreaming of marriage under the assumption that he would live happily ever after with his partner. Yerin jokingly suggested that Kyuhyun should just get married when he is an old man, while Tak Jaehoon asked him if he had ever seen an elderly couple fighting.

Kyuhyun Shares His Ideal Type

(Photo : Kyuhyun (MyDaily)) Lee Sangmin then moved on to ask Kyuhyun if he had any ideal type of person that he wanted to be with. Kyuhyun did not mention any specific physical traits, but rather focused on the personality and compatibility aspects. He said: “We should be on the same page when talking and have similar hobbies. Our vibes should also match.”

(Photo : Kyuhyun (MyDaily)) Lee Sangmin warned him that he might not be able to know his partner’s true personality until after marriage, and suggested that he should consider living together before making a commitment. Kyuhyun hinted that he was open to that idea, but also admitted that he was not good at dating. “(I couldn’t think about it). And you know, what I’ve been most embarrassed about these days is that I talked about it on the show, that I haven’t kissed in seven years. (I even said) If anyone has kissed me in 7 years, please report it. But not a single case has come.” Tak Jaehoon then asked him a cheeky question: “Then when is Kyuhyun’s last kiss?” Kyuhyun laughed and avoided answering, saying: “I don’t remember.”

Netizens React to Kyuhyun’s Marriage Talk

(Photo : NAVER) Netizens who watched the show had mixed reactions to Kyuhyun’s marriage talk. Some of them expressed their support and admiration for him, while others doubted his sincerity and criticized his ideal type. Here are some of the comments from netizens: - “Kyuhyun is so sweet and romantic. I hope he finds his soulmate soon.” - “He’s just saying that because he’s on TV. He doesn’t really want to get married. He’s too busy with his career and hobbies.” - “His ideal type is too vague and unrealistic. He should be more specific and realistic if he wants to meet someone compatible.” - “He’s such a handsome and talented guy. He deserves to be happy with someone who loves him for who he is.” - “He’s already 35 years old. He should stop dreaming and start acting. He should go on blind dates or join a dating app.” What do you think of Kyuhyun’s marriage plans and ideal type? Do you think he will get married in five years? Share your thoughts in the comments below! Subscribe to IDOLS KPOP for exclusive updates and captivating content. Read the full article

[quotes121sworld]

Former American Idol winner Just Sam was forced to sing again on the New York City subways

Carrie Underwood (2005)The 40-year-old country music star was the 2005 season four winner of "American Idol" and has had a highly successful career, during which she has sold more than 66 million albums worldwide and has 28 No. 1 singles.In addition, she has won eight Grammy Awards and is happily married to Mike Fisher, the father of her sons Isaiah Michael, born in 2015, and Jacob Bryan, born in 2019.

Achievement: Carrie Underwood was the 2005 season four winner of "American Idol" and has had a highly successful career, selling more than 66 million albums worldwide and boasting 28 No. 1 singles to her name (aired in 2023).Kelly Clarkson (2002)Crowned the inaugural winner of American Idol in 2002, Kelly Clarkson has since earned a whopping $45 million through her singing career, working as a full-time coach on The Voice and acting in films like From Justin to Kelly, That 80's. Dollar Earned Show and Trolls World Tour.

Impressive: Kelly Clarkson was crowned the inaugural winner of American Idol in 2002 and has since made a whopping $45 million over the past two decades; pictured in 2023Jordan Sparks (2007)After winning season six, the singer released her self-titled debut studio album at the age of just 17, which has "sold over two million copies worldwide."Two of their biggest hits, Tattoo and No Air, were included on the record. No Air, "currently the third highest-selling single of any American Idol contestant," earned Sparks her first Grammy nomination. She is the only American Idol contestant whose first five singles have reached the top 20 on the Billboard 200 chart. The 33-year-old Phoenix native has been married to Dana Isaiah since 2017.

Star power: After winning season six, the singer released her self-titled debut studio album aged just 17, which has "sold over two million copies worldwide" (released in 2022).Adam Lambert (2009) The 41-year-old singer-songwriter may be second only to Kris Allen but has sold over 3 million albums and 5 million singles worldwide.

Second Best: The now 41-year-old singer-songwriter may be second only to Kris Allen but has sold over 3 million albums and 5 million singles worldwide; seen in 2023Caleb Johnson (2014) Despite not making it past the audition in 2011 or 2012, he won the season 13 title in 2014. However, in 2015 he parted ways with Interscope Records due to poor album sales. That same year, he told Billboard that he "wants to get a deal with a new label that's actually going to back him.""I want to find the right home and the right team of people to get behind my music and really do something." What's the point of doing it when the won't do anything?' he asked. In 2016, he managed to crowdfund his second album. Despite his best efforts, he hasn't been able to achieve the success that Carrie Underwood or Kelly Clarkson have.

Not a household name yet: Despite not making it through the casting process in 2011 or 2012, he won the season 13 title in 2014 (see 2016).Nick Fradiani (2015)After his win, he signed with Big Machine Records but left the company after two years. "It just didn't add up," he told Billboard at the time. 'I couldn't be happier.' It had to happen and I was hoping for it.' In 2017, he stated that he was "not concerned with record sales anymore." "It's just about getting the music out to as many people as possible and hoping that the music will make them fans," the artist said in an interview with Digital Journal.

Still looking for his big break: After his win Nick Fradiani signed with Big Machine Records but left the company after two years (see 2017).Taylor HicksThe 46-year-old winner of American Idol's fifth season in May 2006 beat Katharine McPhee for the grand prize. After reaching the peak of his musical career, he turned to a career as a presenter. The restaurateur is now best known for hosting State Plate on INSP.

Career pivot: Taylor Hicks beat Katharine McPhee for the grand prize in 2006, but has since hosted the show State Plate on INSP; pictured in 2006Ruben StuddardThe 44-year-old Grammy nominee sold more than a million copies through pre-orders of his debut album, Soulful, in 2003 alone.Despite the initial success, he was eventually dropped from his label in 2007. He then appeared on the reality show The Biggest Loser, where he lost 119 pounds.

Wow: The 44-year-old Grammy nominee sold more than a million copies of his first album Soulful in 2003 through pre-orders alone (pictured in 2003). Read the full article

[expectos-writings]

Meant to be (Otto Octavius x reader)

Word count: 2148

Rating: G

Summary: soulmate au where the age of your soulmate is on your wrist until you make eye contact and it is replaced with your soulmates name

(A/n: no way home spoilers! will get a part 2 in the nearby future)

Ever since you were 18 the number on your wrist had startled you. In bold black numbers a 40 stared back at you. Then, after a few months, it turned into a 41. The whole soulmate thing instantly became less appealing to you. Why on earth would your soulmate be that much older than you? It felt like a curse. After 3 years, the number had gone up the same amount you aged. The number 42 now etched onto your wrist, literally twice your age. Wonderful.

 But you never did manage to find him.

 You never had that many older people in you life, besides your teachers. But everyone you did know with that age was either already happily married to their soulmate or had a number on their wrist which more or less corresponded with their age. Why was the universe so cruel?

 You plop down on the couch in your appartement. College was kicking your ass all day and you just wanted to relax for a bit before turning on your laptop again to try and finish your homework. You turn on your tv to watch some sitcom, something to take your mind off those damned lectures. You were about to change the channel to comedy central or whatever, when the program you had on was promptly interrupted by a breaking news. You decide to sit that out first.

‘Reports say spider-man, also known as the 18 year old Peter Parker, was seen fighting a man with mechanical arms on a bridge downtown. This information is unverified, but the daily bugle claims the two are probably scheming together and the fight is just a distraction to make the general public believe otherwise.’

 You groan and throw your head back. What has this boy done now? The news shifts back to live footage on the bridge. Lo and behold, there he is. You’ve been Peters friend for a long time. He had even entrusted you with the knowledge of him being spider-man. You had always told him to lay low and keep out of trouble, do not let them know your real identity. But apparently both of these things were not managed well today.

 You were too tired to even be mad at him, you already had so much work to do, and you just knew he was going to be another part of your chores today. The newsreader kept talking through the events on the bridge while you looked at the ceiling. This villain, or whatever he may be, was new.

 The newsreaders suddenly went silent, making you turn your gaze back to the tv. Apparently, a portal had snatched up both the tentacle man and Peter just as a new villain arrived at the show. The portal was a familiar one, and you knew the fight was over, at least for now.

 You grabbed your phone, ready to call Peter and ask him what the fuck was happening. But as you were about to dial the number your phone started ringing, it was Peter.

 ‘You better tell me what you’ve done now, man.’ You sigh into your phone.

 ‘Sorry Y/n, I know you’re busy, but I could really use some help over here.’ He was practically begging on the phone, he must have really fucked up you thought.

 ‘Fine, are you at the sanctum? I’ll be there in 10, and you better tell me everything when I get there!’ and with that you hung up, without even waiting for a response. The tv was turned back off and your coat put back on. You decided on walking over there, it wasn’t that far after all. Grumbling all the way about how much time you would lose because of this.

 You walk up to the sanctum, Ned and MJ are already standing on the top stairs.

 ‘So, you are also reeled into this, eh?’ you say. You had seen these two before, but you weren’t close with them because they were Peters friends, and you had your own friends in college. It so happens that Peter did some extracurricular courses which you followed as a part of your bachelor.

 ‘Y/n, you too it would seem.’ MJ answers. You let out a chuckle. You knew how much MJ meant to Peter, you were there when Peter realized she was his soulmate. You were happy for him, you really were! But it hurt that he, the moment he turned 18, found his soulmate. That soulmate also so happens to be the same age as him. And you were left with this high number, which sounded worse by the year. You never let anyone know though. Not Peter, not your parents, not your best friends. This was a curse you were dealing with by yourself. The moment you make eye contact with your crush, the number on your wrist changes to their name.

 Before anyone even knocked on the door of the sanctum, Strange opened it. He had the same tired expression you probably had on your face.

 ‘Peter! Your task force is here!’ he yelled while turning his back to you three. He was no host, but it was clear you were allowed to enter. Peter came running up to you from a staircase which went down into the sanctum. You never knew there was a basement.

 ‘Thank you all so much! I really need some help.’ Peter said, nudging you all towards the basement.

 ‘You better explain yourself, Parker.’ You say.

 ‘Well, the problem is, that- ‘

 ‘The problem is that your friend, in stead of pleading your case with the board of commissioners, asked me to brainwash the world, messed up my spell and now we have some friends visiting us from other dimensions.’ Strange interrupted Peter.

 You all took a moment to let the words sink in. How can you fuck up a spell so bad?

 Peter and MJ started talking, and to give them some privacy you and Ned moved down the stairs. You weren’t sure what exactly you were supposed to do, but as you had nearly finished your degree in media studies you were pretty sure it had something to do with finding the other guy on the bridge.

 The basement was dimly lit, but it was clear that there were preparations made by Strange down here. Along the wall were cells, all closed off by a force field of magic. In the room there was also a table with some chairs. You and Ned took the liberty of setting up your computers and scouting the internet. MJ and Peter were still upstairs, their voices could be heard in the distance. The basement itself was quiet, except for some whirring noises. It was so dark both you and Ned never noticed two of the cells were occupied.

 That is until a startlingly loud growl was emitted from one of them, followed by a loud bang of whatever it was that was inside that cell hitting the force field. You actually jumped out of your seat and took a step back, Ned remained seated, but his eyes showed some fear. At least the force fields did what they were intended for, keep what or whomever was in the cell inside.

 Then a low chuckle came from another cell, once again startling you, but less than the first person or thing did.

 ‘I see Peter and Strange already got some of those aliens they were talking about.’ You say in an annoyed voice. You were usually a very outgoing person, but today was really becoming a long day.

 ‘Hey! Watch what you call us! We’re humans too you know!’

 Then the man in the second cell stepped forward. Well, tried to, with the metal appendages keeping him back. You recognized him at once as the man on the bridge you saw on the news just now.

 ‘Well, maybe not all humans, but we still have feelings!’ the thing in the first cell retorted. It could speak, great. This whole thing was starting to feel like a fever dream.

 ‘Alright, seeing as we’ll be stuck here together for at least some time, lets do an introduction round. You two go first.’ You say, if you had to be here for much longer might as well make some small talk.

 The thing went first, the octopus man only growled. He introduced himself as Curt Connors. The other man snapped his head up at him in surprise. Did they know each other? While Curt was speaking you resumed your seat and started looking on the web for more information on anything he was talking about, his research, the lizard crisis, oscorp, but none of it found any matches. Either he was insane, or they really did come from other universes.

 ‘Alright, thank you. And how about you?’ You say, looking at the man in the other cell.

 ‘The name is Otto Octavius.’ He starts, but he is reluctant to speak more, like he does want to say more but something is holding him back. He rephrased his next sentence in his head before continuing. ‘I invented an unlimited source of energy, which caused a lot of damage the first time around, but this second machine…’ he takes of his glasses, and for the first time you see his brown eyes staring right into yours, ‘it is perfect. The power of the sun in the palm of my hand…’ he trails of at the end of the sentence, his eyes dropping to the ground, thinking about what he’d lost.

 Peter and MJ finally made their way down to the basement.

 ‘I see introduction have been made,’ Peter says, he had heard the last part of the conversation and felt a comfortable silence hang in the air.

 He continues to tell you guys exactly what he wants from you. It was as you suspected, search the internet for any other appearances of people who belong in another universe. But he added some information on the other guy he saw on the bridge.

 ‘It can’t be him.’ Otto said, melancholy and nostalgia dripping from his voice.

 ‘How can you be so sure?’ you quip in.

 ‘Because Norman Osborn died, years ago.’ He continues.

 You take up your laptop and move towards the magic wall shielding Otto from the rest of you. On your screen you have a picture someone posted of this man dressed in green floating on a glider above the bridge.

 ‘Does this look like him though?’ You ask.

 Otto stares at you for a moment, amazed that you are not afraid to step so close. You really did have a lot of faith in those barriers. But he quickly tries to hide his amazement by looking at the screen you were showing. This only made matters worse.

 ‘Yes, it does look like him. But he died. It must be some form of copy cat.’ Otto says.

 ‘A copy cat of a villain that never existed in this universe?’ you push.

 ‘WE ARE DONE WITH YOU SNARKY REMARKS.’ Something in him snapped. You don’t know why, but the air turned from curiosity and apprehension to tense and dark in a matter of seconds. Also, who is ‘we’? You almost dropped your laptop when you jumped at his booming voice. You felt adrenaline in your veins, like you just witnessed a jump-scare. You look at him again, he looks back at you. His big brown eyes almost seem clouded with something else, something you can’t place.

 You have the audacity to scoff and put your laptop on the table, excusing yourself with Peter and his friends and walking towards the bathroom to collect yourself. Strange was nowhere to be found, and you take the liberty of finding your way around by yourself. Eventually you find the bathroom and lock the door. You sit down for a second, taking some deep breaths. These multiverse men were intense.

 You decide to splash some cool water on your face, thinking it might freshen you up. You stare at the mirror in front of you, your tired reflection staring back. The cold water helped you cool down immensely. As you reach for the soap to wash your hands, however, your heart sped up immensely. The sleeve of your sweater was pushed up to avoid the water, but there was something new.

 The number 43 had gone away, and it was replaced with the name ‘Otto’. You quickly pull down your sleeve, breathing heavily. You push it back up once more to do a double take. Yep, still there. You weren’t sure how to feel about this. Was this another cruel joke? A man from another universe? Really? A villain no less? And if yes, could you really love this grumpy old man? And last but not least, assuming this soulmate system is in fact the same in all universes… does he know yet?

[sokkas1mp]

I gonna break in this acocunt with me being angry about something that doesn't really matter (very fitting for tumblr if you ask me), this article.

First: "And I’m sorry to open with this, but part of that is due to the age difference between them. Two years is hardly worlds apart (I’m personally working with four), but a 12-year-old boy and a 14-year-old girl are. Especially the way these two are drawn. Not to be too voyeuristic about Y7 cartoons, but Katara has clearly gone through puberty, while Aang hasn’t. There is something just…off, about a sixth grade boy having a full on make-out sesh with a high school girl."

This argument is one of the most stupid ones if you ask me, because it blatantly ignores the culture we have been presented by the show. I can understand why people find this weird, but we have to try not to look at it as if its our society, because its not. In A:tla, specifically the water tribes, 16 is marrying age. Right there, our "age norms" (idk what else to call it) are very different. And there are no divisions between ages in their world like we have with middle and high school. To me, two people are fit to be together based on their maturity, not their age. That's why 45 & 40 is not the same as 15 & 10, or 20 & 15. This is the same for Kataang. They have very similar life experiences and matured together, literally side by side, so a two year ago gap is irrelevant.

Second: "...Katara took on a very maternal role with Aang. Sure, she’s a caretaker and sort of a “mom friend,” but it’s a bit more than that. She served as his literal guardian during the show’s run—there’s just no other way to look at it. By the third episode, she called herself his “family,” and later even went on to role play as his mother to get him out of trouble at school. Aang, meanwhile, was… Well, I wouldn’t say “immature” for his age, […] However, Katara is 14 going on 25, while Aang is just, Aang."

There's a compilation of Katara doing thing with Aang that if someone saw a mother doing with her son they would call it incest:

Katara definitely acts motherly towards Aang, but that is just her nature. She is more than just motherly with him. And some people like to call the check kisses familial (which is kinda weird imo), but we know Katara herself doesnt think that:

"Easy there, big brother" She pushes Sokka away. Not to mention, this was about a scene or two before she kisses Aang on the check.

Calling someone close to you your family does not mean you see them in the same way you see your parents/siblings. And Sokka played Aang's father in that scene, but we aren't sitting here using that as evidence to call him Aang's paternal figure.

Something Aang haters forget (or chose to ignore) is that being lighthearted and goofy does not equal immature. Yes, Aang does some juvenile things, but that shouldn't take away from his growth and maturity.

Third: "In fact, in the last season, Katara was shown to be uncomfortable each time Aang kisses her, and even went as far as to tell him to back off with the romantic stuff in the episode before the finale, because she was confused about how she felt. [*new paragraph*] Yet, in the end, she just trots up and blushes at Aang, than happily makes out with him when he goes for it,"

Katara initiated 2/4 of the kataang kisses (not including the check kisses). The kiss in The Cave of Two Lovers and the kiss in the finale. Yes, she's the one that "goes for it" in the finale (she also initiates the hug). She only pulls away once out of the 3 times we see a kiss end (this would be excluding the kiss in The Cave of Two Lovers). She wasn't confused about her feelings, she didn't want to have to worry about a relationship when they were nearing the end of the war.

Fourth: "The post-canon comics only furthered the lack of exploration of her feelings in this relationship"

Fifth: "[referencing a scene in The Promise in which Katara is jealous of a fanclub being around Aang] "I'm sorry, this amazing, adult communication is blowing me away"

The are both still teenagers, who have zero previous relationship experience. Also, Aang had no ill intentions and Katara recognized it.

Sixth: [refencing Katara's role in The Legend of Korra] "Did Katara want to do anything other than sit in a healing hut and be known for having Aang's kids?"

This is another argument that just pisses me off. You can not use Katara's lifestyle in her 80s (she is 85 in s1) as judgement for her adulthood. It's purely assumption based. Constantly this author assumes that because she is in a relationship with Aang, Katara would drop her whole personality. What? Katara would not and could not be forced to do something or conform to some label and Aang wouldn't let it get to that point either. He would squash any idea that she is just "The Avatar's wife" or "The mother of the Avatar's children" the minute he heard it.

Seven: [comparing Katara's reaction to Aang The Desert to Aang's reaction to Katara in The Southern Raiders] "You'll spend a long time looking for her condescending tones. "Anger won't help, Aang," Katara never said, because she got that he was processing something painful and needed to sort it out himself. This difference in behavior is something that would be really fitting for a twelve year old boy to learn and understand. There's just no indication that he ever did."

Maybe I'm remembering wrong, but I don't remember Aang being condescending towards Katara. He was offering his advice because he knew her and knew that she would regret doing what she thought was right when her judgement was clouded by anger. And guess what. He was right. He never forced anything on her, either. Sure, he was a bit more pushy than he could've been, but in the end he let her go on the trip with no complaints. He even agreed that this was something she had to do.

Eighth: [referencing The Ember Island Players] "When the actor says 'Wait! I thought you were the Avatar's girl', Aang agrees. Katara is his."

You know damn well Aang doesn't see Katara as just his. And she's give him PLENTY of reason to believe that his feelings are reciprocated (which they are).

Ninth: "It's the story of a woman who swallows everything lest the man she's interested in has to learn anything about his behavior that violates her boundaries."

Ha! You said she was interested in him.

But in all seriousness, you mentioned how Katara stood her ground and told Aang that she was confused, but apparently now she's swallowing her feeings.

Tenth: [talks about the cloud babies daddy issues]

I don't disagree with what is said here, for the most part, but I don't think it is a reflection on Aang and Katara's relationship.

Eleventh: "... given what what we got with Kataang, it's completely unsurprising that Aang and Katara's parenthood/adult life was defined by a lack of communication and availability, at least from what we can tell. This also puts Katara's choice to immediately moved to the South Pole once Aang died in perspective; perhaps the city he poured all his energy into, at the cost of his family, held some bitter memories."

Once again with the lack communication. We can't use the early years of their relationship to determine their whole relationship. Also, there wasn't consistently a lack of communication, you just pointed out one time and ran with it.

We don't know at what point Katara moved back to the South Pole, but there are plenty of reasons for Katara to leave Air Temple Island:

a) Her son moving in/or planning to move in with his family.

b) She was no longer needed in the city and thus had no need to stay.

c) She wanted to go back to her native home for comfort after the love of her life died at a relatively early age.

d) The next Avatar was discovered and she came home to train them.

That's all. Thank you for reading my unnecessary rant if you made it this far, and I just want to close out with a few things:

- There were some things in the article that I did not include for the fear of this becoming a novel of me repeating myself.

- I agree with most thing said in the final segment of the the article. Most, not all.

- I appreciate the author for not trying to shove Zutara in just because Kataang wasn't there. That is becoming increasingly uncommon, so it was nice to see.

[erensangel444]

pretty young thing

DO NOT INTERACT IF NOT 16+ thank you <3

miya atsumu x reader x milf!oc

possible part 2???

the way i want this fic to be my reality. is there any milfs or dilfs that want me because bae i’m right here :-)

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a/n: so for the milf original character(atsumu’s wife), i imagine her to be the mom from erased, because she is one fine mf. i would love to place my head in between her mommy milkers and [REDACTED]....horniness is a disease.

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain language), smut: cuckolding??, sharing of lingerie(but no gross mentions), kissing, mentions of sex, slight mentions of spit.

word count: 3.8k

summary: it’s always fun to be someone’s little plaything.

you were broke, and in desperate need of money. college tuition is no joke, and that was what motivated you to pull the paper strip from the poster on the lampost. you had always been told you were good with kids so you figured babysitting would be an easy way to get money. you slipped the piece of paper containing the phone number into your back pocket, throwing your hands into your coat pockets as you headed home. 

you had paced back and forth in your cramped kitchen, the slip of paper in between your fingers. before you could overthink anymore, your phone was in your hand as you dialed the number on the slip of paper. 

“hello?” a deep voice interrupted the ringing you heard on the other line. “um h-hi” you cringed at your slight voice crack, “i’m calling about the babysitting offer, i picked up one of the slips outside of a cafe,”. it was silent for a moment before the person on the other line spoke, “oh yeah the fliers, babe!” he yelled, causing you to pull the phone away from your ear slightly.

“got someone for the babysitting job,” “really!” you could hear soft cheer in the background, causing you to smile slightly. you could hear shuffling for a moment before someone began talking on the opposite end of the line, a woman this time. “hi! i’m his wife,” her voice was sweet and soft, “did you tell her our names?”. though you couldn’t see it, atsumu shook his head sheepishly behind the phone. 

“of course you didn’t, gotta come behind you and do all the hard work,” she grumbled jokingly, causing you to laugh softly. you swore you could hear a murmur of “last i checked you don’t mind being behind me sometimes,” a slight whine of “tsumu!” following in a chastising tone. 

“sorry about that,” she apologized before continuing. “you can call me mrs. miya, if the interview goes well then we’ll be getting very close!” “i’m y/n,” you offered up your name, bouncing back and forth on the heel of your foot due to how nervous you were. “would you like to come by sometime tomorrow? i’ll send you all the details,” mrs. miya offered. 

“that’d be great, thank you.”

their home was beautiful, arguably one of the of the prettiest one’s you’d seen. the stucco was a cream color, a beautiful walkway leading up to a set of dark oak doors. there were wall length glass windows looking into various rooms on the first floor of the house, green curtains slightly impairing the view into the home.

you stepped up the stairs of the walkway, ringing the doorbell. you opened the door to be met by a breathtaking man, but you internally shook your head at the thought. 

he was happily married. 

“hi, y/n?” he smiled. you nodded with a smile of your own, mr. miya opened the door further, motioning for you to come inside. you bowed your head slightly in thanks, stepping inside, mr. miya shutting the door behind you. you stood off to the side, the papers mrs. miya had told you to bring clutched tightly in your hands.

“follow me to the kitchen,” mr. miya smiled at you, to which you nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. their kitchen was beautiful, a dark oak wood floor accompanied by white walls. the cabinets were an olive green color, a few plants neatly hung from the ceiling. 

your train of thought was broken as a cheer of your name sounded from across the room, “y/n!”. you turned at the sound, mrs. miya standing up from her chair at the kitchen table. you walked over, mr. miya behind you, smiling at his wife. “nice to meet you,” you smiled. mrs. miya offered her hand, to which you obliged, shaking her hand.

“oh who am i kidding, i’m a hugger,” she pulled you in for a hug. “is this alright?” she whispered into your ear, her hand rubbing at the small of your back. the best you could do was hum out an affirmation, hoping the large gulp you had taken wasn’t noticeable. 

you pulled away, your cheeks feeling hot. mr. miya laughed softly from beside you, walking over to his wife, his arm falling to wrap around her waist as he spoke, “now what did we say about hugging strangers?”. mrs. miya just smiled in response, “i have a feeling she won’t be a stranger for too long, dear,”. 

they shared intimate eye contact for a moment, causing you to look down at your shoes. “y/n, sit, please,” mrs. miya offered. mr. miya rushed over to your side, pulling out a chair for you. you ushered out a soft thanks, sitting down. “so, we’ll get started with some simple questions, no pressure” mrs. miya started. you nodded in response, shuffling slightly in your chair. 

“any previous experience babysitting?”

the questions had lasted for about 40 minutes, the couple asking about your age, school experience, previous job occupancies, what you thought your wage should look like. the questionnaire had lasted barely an hour, but you had been at their home for three. 

you had spent two hours conversing with the couple, learning about their life, and them learning about yours. mrs. miya had told you the story of how she had met atsumu, the details causing you to laugh. “he fell in the fountain trying to serenade me,” she laughed. “hey, you promised not to tell anyone that part!” mr. miya whined jokingly, playfully elbowing his wife.

you smiled at the couple, enamored by how in love they were. “what about you?” mr. miya asked, causing you to tilt your head and hum in a questioning tone. “are you in a relationship?” he clarified. the question caused your cheeks to heat up, but you answered nonetheless, “no, i’m not dating anyone right now,” your voice had gotten quieter, “i just ended a relationship about 6 months ago, so i’ve been weary about getting back out there,”. 

you stopped there, worried you were boring the couple with the details of your love life, but when you looked up from fiddling with your hands, the pair of them showed that they were listening to you intently. “love’s hard,” mrs. miya said simply, reassuring you. you nodded in agreement before atsumu spoke up, “don’t stress about throwing yourself back into the dating field, you’ll know when your ready,” he bounced off of his wive’s words.

“hell,” mrs. miya spoke, the word sounding foreign coming from her lips, “maybe you’ll find someone when you’re not even looking for them,”

you’d had left their house that day with butterflies in your stomach, but you couldn’t figure out why. you had been over to babysit a couple times, and every time you arrived at their home, those butterflies reappeared. the butterflies magnified when atsumu caught you looking at him or his wife, or when their hands would brush against your body trying to get past you in the kitchen.

this was your fifth time babysitting, the miya’s home and the couple themselves becoming more familiar.

you rang the doorbell, playing with the rings on your fingers. hearing the doorknob turn, you looked up to be met by mrs. miya’s smiling face. “hi y/n!” she grinned, holding the door open for you to come inside. you smiled back, letting out a soft hello in response to her greeting.

you stepped inside their home, the feeling more familiar yet so strange at the same time. she led you to the kitchen as you walked behind her. they had explained that they were going to a work gala for mr. miya’s job. on your interview day, they had explained their professions, mr. miya being a professional volleyball player, and mrs. miya being a psychiatrist. 

you had known they were going to a work gala, meaning you knew they would be dressed to the tee. if you knew this, then why were your eyes raking over mrs. miya’s figure in the way they were? her hair was pinned up, gold earrings being flaunted. from what you had seen at the door, she had on red lipstick, matching the insatiable red of her dress. 

speaking of her dress, it hugged her figure so well. her hips were accentuated in the fabric, which fell down the entire length of her body. she had on gold heels to match her jewlery, her look being perfected. 

before you could admire her any longer, you stopped suddenly, mrs. miya slowing in front of you. atsumu was leaning on the wall near the entrance of the kitchen, smirking at you. “she looks stunning, huh?” his voice having an all too-knowing tone to it. 

you couldn’t help but blush, shame rushing through you. you had been caught ogling his wife, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed. “no need to get shy,” atsumu said softly, walking over to his wife who had now turned back to look at you. 

you had expected her face to exemplify an expression of disgust, and yet, that sweet, saccharine smile was still on her lips. “y-you look you beautiful mrs. miya,” you said shyly, “you too, sir,”. atsumu was donned in a tux, his hair gelled slightly and brushed back to either side. “thank you, y/n,” mrs. miya offered her appreciation for your kind words. 

atsumu was still staring at you, something unreadable behind his eyes. “you’re scaring the poor girl tsum’ say thank you,” mrs. miya chastised her husband. “thank you, y/n,” atsumu drawled. you couldn’t help but notice the way your name fell off his tongue, captivated by the way he could make it sound so desirable. 

“money’s on the table,” mrs. miya spoke, “haru’s on the couch watching adventure time,” mrs. miya chuckled, causing you to smile. “we’ll be back around 11,” atsumu said, grabbing his wife’s hand. mrs. miya said her goodbyes, her husband doing the same. 

you watched as mrs. miya placed a kiss on her child’s head, atsumu smiling down at his son. it was a heartwarming scene. “be sure to lock up,” atsumu said as he and his wife headed towards the door.

 he looked over his shoulder at you, smirking, before speaking once more, “thanks again for the compliments, y/n,”.

you had sat down next to haru and watched adventure time for a good hour. eventually, you had gotten up to make him mac and cheese. he was a sweet kid, his parents raising him with wonderful manners. you ran a bath for him after dinner, the boy begging to bring his toys in with him.

you obliged, adding bubbles to the bath and one too many teenage mutant ninja turtles. once he had dried off from his bath, he got dressed for bed, brushing his teeth. he said his goodnight, and made you promise that you would tell his parents that he said goodnight to them too. you smiled down at the boy, holding out your pinky. 

you switched off his lamp, “door closed or open?” you asked, “closed please,” he said softly. “alright, get some sleep,” you smiled at him, shutting his door. you had walked downstairs, sitting down on the living room couch. you mindlessly scrolled through your phone for a bit, double-tapping photos. you saw headlights flash through the window, the couple arriving home. 

you figured you’d wait for the doorbell to ring before unlocking the door, in order to show atsumu that you had locked up as he had said to. you sat for a minute more, confused on why the couple wasn’t already at the door. you figured they may have been sitting in the car talking, your attention falling back down to your phone.

30 minutes, and long one’s at that, had passed. you didn’t want to invade on their privacy, but you were tired and ready to go home. you peeked out the window, and the car was in the driveway. 

the windows were fogged, and the car seemed to have a slight shake to it. a hand slapped against the backseat window, and as your mind put 2 + 2 together, you quickly averted your eyes from the scene.

you couldn’t help the arousal that began to form in your lower area. you could feel your cheeks heat up as you sat back down on the couch, crossing your legs and rubbing your thighs together.

two minutes later, the doorbell rang. you rushed to the front door, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door. sex was written all over the both of them, atsumu’s gelled back hair now slightly falling over his forehead, his cheeks flushed a light pink. mrs. miya was in a similar state, her cheeks tinged a darker shade of pink then atsumu’s.

“sorry we’re so late,” atsumu smiled, his hand falling to the small of his wife’s back. he led her inside, walking to the kitchen and you followed. “how was haru?” mrs. miya asked, a slight breathlessness to her tone. “oh, um he was really great, he’s really well behaved,” you answered.

mrs. miya smiled at that, throwing her clutch down on to the table before sitting down. “water, hon?” atsumu asked from across the kitchen, mrs. miya nodding before letting her face fall into her hands. 

atsumu set a glass of water down in front of his wife, the woman muttering out a soft thank you. he opened the liquor cabinet, grabbing the bottle of bourbon and a crystallized cup. “bourbon, tsum?” mrs. miya scolded slightly, atsumu just shrugging in response. 

“i n-need to get this dress off,” mrs. miya said, seemingly growing slightly more unsettled. “atsumu’s drunk as a fish,” mrs. miya groaned, flailing her hands in the direction of her husband, “bet he wouldn’t even be able to find the zipper,”. 

she turned towards you, her voice softening, “would you mind coming up and unzipping me? sorry to keep you longer, i just need to get this dress off,” she huffed out a sigh. “of course, i don’t mind,” you said politely, following mrs. miya out of the kitchen. 

you turned back to see atsumu leaning against the counter, tipping his glass of bourbon towards you with a wolfish grin. 

mrs. miya took off her other earring, setting the gold piece down in her jewelry box. their bedroom was close to how you had expected, elegant but comfortable and homey. “sorry it was such a long night,” mrs. miya said, her back still turned towards you as she fiddled with the clasp of her necklace.

“it’s alright, i really don’t mind,” you watch the clasp of the necklace open and close a few more times before you offered, “did you want help?”. “yes,” mrs. miya sighed, “that’d be great, thank you,” she turned back to smile at you.

she had unpinned her hair, most likely in the car, brown locks falling over shoulder. her hand grabbed her hair, brushing it over her left shoulder. your finger pulled down on the little gold clasp, separating the link of the necklace.

you lifted it over mrs. miya’s head before setting it down beside the jewelry box. “thank you,” she smiled, “o-of course,” you replied meekly. “would you mind getting my dress now,” mrs. miya asked. “oh um, yes,” you cringed at your awkwardness, your hands falling to the neckline of her dress.

you grasped the zipper between your pointer finger and thumb, pulling down. you had to tug a little harder as you got further down the dress, but eventually the item of clothing pooled at mrs. miya’s feet. you forced yourself to look somewhere else, eyeing the photo of mrs. miya and her husband at the beach.

“can i ask you something?” she paused for a moment, “just between us girls,”. you hummed out an ‘mhm’, looking down at the ground now. “do you think atsumu will like this lingerie? i was on the fence about it when i bought it,”. at her words, you couldn’t help but let your eyes rake up her figure.

the lingerie was blush pink, and lace, acting as a subtle parallel to mrs. miya’s skin. you became more and more aware of how hot the room was becoming, had it always been this hot? you looked up, mrs. miya facing you now, her eyebrows raised in question. “so?” she asked plainly, that sweet smile still on her lips.

“i-it’s lovely, mr. miya will love it,” you stuttered, forcing your eyes away from her body. mrs. miya walked over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room, her hands brushing over her body. “i don’t know, i think i feel weird cause i’ve only seen it on me,” she hesitated before her smile grew and she clapped her hands together. 

“you have to try it on, i think i need to see it from another perspective,” her eyes were glinting in delight. “oh n-no, i couldn’t,” “please, i’d really appreciate it,”. you bit on your bottom lip before simply nodding. mrs. miya’s hands raised to the bra clasp but you stopped her before she could remove the bralette from her body, “i-i’ll! i’ll try it on the bathroom,” you quieted down towards the end of your sentence, your cheeks flushed with heat.

“oh okay,” she said, “walk right through the door, i’ll pass it through in just a second,”. you opened the barn door that led to the master bathroom, closing it behind you. you took a deep breath, rationalizing what was going on at the moment. a knock broke you from your rushing thoughts, “here you go,” mrs. miya’s soft voice sounded through the wood of the door.

you opened it, a green robe covering her body now, “i-i’ll put it on, and be-” your voice cracked slightly, “be out in just a second,”. mrs. miya nodded in understanding, smiling before you shut the barn door.

you unbuckled your jeans, folding them neatly before setting them on the countertop of the sink. you pulled your shirt over your head, folding it and placing it on top of your pants. you were embarrassed with the panties you had chosen to wear today, zebra stripes and hot pink hearts covering the fabric. you pulled your panties off, putting them under your jeans and out of sight. 

your bra came off next, and you flung it atop your clothes. you huffed out a deep breath, pulling the white lace panties onto your body. you couldn’t help but think that mrs. miya had just worn these, the thought sending shivers down your spine. you put the bralette on next, slipping it over your arms before clasping it in the middle.

you looked over your appearance in the mirror, shaking away any insecurities. you walked over to the barn door, pulling it open little by little. you could see mrs. miya’s head turn expectantly and once the door no longer covered your body, her eyes lit up. “wow,” she sighed, and you couldn’t help but want to curl in on yourself.

your embarrassment must of been visible, mrs. miya quickly reassuring you, “you look fucking amazing,”. the curse word sounded so foreign falling from her lips, yet you reveled in the harshness of the word coming from her lips. “t-thank you,” you said quietly. 

mrs. miya’s voice was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. you quickly realized what that meant, but before you could even react atsumu’s eyes were locked on your face and falling down your figure. “got started without me, huh?”.

you felt like crying, embarrassed that mr. miya was seeing you like this. “atsumu!” his wife chastised. a single tear fell down your cheek, your throat burning and yet there was that hint of something you felt deep inside of you.

“i-i’m sorry y/n, we should’ve been more upfront with you,” mrs. miya said walking over to you, her hand brushing away the tear that had fallen down your cheek. more...upfront? what did she mean? 

atsumu could sense your confusion, that slight smirk still lingering in his expression, “what my wife is trying to say is that,” atsumu started, walking closer to you, “we think you deserve a reward, been so good tonight, waited here for so long too,”. mrs. miya’s hand that was on your cheek was now rubbing your shoulder. 

your hair had been tied up since earlier, and atsumu’s mouth latched onto the exposed skin of your neck, sucking on the skin. he pulled back slightly, admiring the reddish-purple mark blossoming on your body. he plunged in once more, leaving lingering kisses along your neck, your cheek, your jawline. mrs. miya was kissing your shoulder, her hands gripping your hips.

“atsumu stop for a moment,” atsumu grumbled, but pulled away nonetheless. mrs. miya grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her, “is this alright? if you want to stop we can, we’ll forget it ever happened,”. your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth, your entire body feeling as though it was on fire.

“but if you want this, we need to hear it,” mrs. miya finished, her eyes glazing over your expression intently, searching for any hesitation. “w-want this,” you said quietly “want you both, please,” you whimpered. you heard atsumu chuckle lowly from behind you before your line of vision was shifting from mrs. miya to her husband.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he said, his voice gravely. “we’ve been wantin’ to do this since the first fuckin’ day,”. next thing you knew atsumu’s lips were on yours, the distinct taste of bourbon flooding your senses. atsumu pulled away, a line of spit connecting your lips, before he moved back to your neck, sucking another hickey into your skin.

“so greedy tsumu’,” mrs. miya said, turning you to her once more before her lips locked with yours. her lips tasted sweet, her tongue slotting over yours and easily winning dominance. she pulled away flashing that sweet smile at you once more. they were going to be the death of you. mrs miya walked you back towards the bed, pushing you down onto the soft mattress.

“gonna be good for us, right?” she mumbled into the skin of your stomach, kissing down the length of your body. “look at her babe, she’s already fucking drooling,” you heard atsumu speak from above you, his body towering over yours.

mrs. miya pulled away from your skin for a moment, looking up at your desperate expression. “look so pretty,” she sighed, her hands playing with the waistband of the white lace panties. “gonna look so pretty when your full of tsumu’s cock too, huh?”. you whined at the thought, your hips thrusting up into nothing

“told ya we wouldn’t be strangers, tsumu,”

OKAY I KNOW KINDA A CLIFFHANGER ON THE SMUT I DONT MEAN TO EDGE YALL LIKE THAT :{  but i really wanted to get this out. maybe i’ll do a part 2 depending on how this part of the fic does??? thank you for reading love you<3

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Chain of Iron theories: the adopted baby

Here is another hot discussion topic in the fandom. CC has hinted that their will be a special baby, and that they will need to be adopted. So Questions, who is giving a baby up and why? I am assuming that this is a Shadowhunter baby. I cannot see either Hypatia Vex or Kellington who party, operate a secret saloon, and take pleasure in seducing interesting artistic individuals deciding to devote themselves to parenthood. Woosley Scott is set to show up, but their is no way he wants to adopt. Every other downworlder has appeared in the future and never made reference to having raised a baby. So which shadowhunters in this series of so many parents, children, and would be couples are looking to adopt? We know that shadowhunters adoption program isn’t perfect; Ariadne being adopted by an elderly white couple who know nothing about Indian culture and Tatiana somehow being allowed to adopt Grace despite the fact that she is aggressive, clearly insane, and famously unable to care for the one child she gave birth to. But I want to hold on to hope that whoever this little baby is their story will end happily with being given a nice home and family. My Theories

Anna and Ariadne  adopt Eugenia’s baby. (retracted)

  This was my original theory. In COG2 we learnt that Eugenia temporarily left home because of some scandal no one really wants to talk about. It apparently involved her and some guy being caught in a “compromising position” after which said guy could have saved things by asking to marry her but did not? ??? This led many people to believe she and this guy had been immanent and that she might now be pregnant., but unable to raise the baby on her own. So she would give it up for adoption. Eugenia’s older sister Barbara had an understanding with a very nice gentleman named Oliver and kept trying to get Oliver to purpose. I wondered if maybe a reason Barbara was in such a rush to marry is she was hoping for her and Oliver to adopt Eugenia’s baby and pass them off as theirs. Now that both Barbara and Oliver are sadly deceased Eugenia would need to look into finding new  parents to take he unborn child. Well spoilers relating to Eugenia state that despite having different interests and hobbies, she and Anna get along well. She also is set to become friends with Ariadne. Ariadne who really wanted to be a mom. So I thought that if Eugenia was pregnant and looking to give her child up for adoption then maybe she would ask Anna and Ariadne to adopt her baby. That had the potential to be sweet.

  But we have gotten more information now, and surprise surprise, people jumped the gun to quick on what happened with Eugenia. While we still do not know what the scandal was, it is hinted to have been way less extreme/serious than premarital intimacy, and she is very unlikely to be pregnant. I am now hoping that her ex got into a fight with some other guy, she stepped in to hit the other guy with a parasol, and her ex got embarrassed about having to be saved by her and broke up with her. Something that shows the guy was a real loser.

Elias puts Baby Carstairs up for adoption

  In COG2 we got a huge surprise that Sona was pregnant with her third child, unexpected as the family tree only lists her and Elias as having two children. Well actually actually the Carstairs family line is tree has parts of it that “Were lost to time”. So something clearly happened. Jem was clearly hiding something.

   This pregnancy was clearly unplanned and does present some worry’s. For starters Sona is well past the age where it easier/safest for women to give have children. She was already starting to have a difficult time with it during COG2 when she finally confessed to Cordelia that she was about 3 months along. This means that she will be about 7 months along (almost ready to give birth) when we pick up again in COI. Well in the early chapter read Alastair said that his mother has been put on Bed rest with her husband staying by her side and silent brothers monitoring her. This does not sound good. Several people have theorized that even with the brothers help, she will not make it through childbirth. Now lets talk about the babies father Elias Carstairs. Elias Carstairs is even older than his wife. He spent his youth traveling the world (I read a tweet that said he has even gone between dimensions before) leading special expeditions and hunting rare and powerful demons. This sounds grand, but it was a grueling life that left him physically and emotionally scared. Tragically the Clave does not recognize mental health as a need, so they do not provide any kind of therapy or treatment for those who become traumatized. Like many poor soldiers throughout American history Elias was there for the Clave when they needed his help but it that help was not reciprocated at the end. The only comfort he found was at the bottom of the bottle. It took Elias until he was already in his 40′s to start a family, and he has struggled with being able to take care of himself enough to act as a father to the two children he and Sona have already raised. Elias is 63. He is sad and tired, and struggling to keep a handle on his sobriety. This child was unplanned. I have read tweets that show he is at least trying to support Sona, but CC reveals he is questioning if or if not he can really do this a third time. If Sona dies there is no way Elias can raise this child himself. I won’t fault him if he makes that choice, it might be the most loving thing he can do.

   Who would adopt the little guy. Well the most common theory is that Alastair and Thomas would become his new dads. Now the family tree does suggest that both Alastair and Thomas are dads in the future. It also doesn’t list the names of either of their spouses (I am guessing neither had wives) so their is nothing to suggest that they do not live together raising a group of adopted children. Given the way the Cave feels about homosexual parents that could also be why Jem “lost” the records. I will not deny Thomstair becoming adopted parents is plausible, but I am not completely sure that baby Carstaris is who they will adopt. Babies are hard, they are a lot of work, and I am not convinced either Alastair or Thomas will be up to it. Look at Alastair. He is not exactly in a good place at the start of COI, and whenever fans ask CC if Alastair will make any friends she always reply that he won’t until he learns how to speak nicely to people and to be there for them when they need him. Honestly that is a thing he struggles with. He obviously loves Cordelia, but he totally pulled an  Queen Elsa on her where he shut the door and shut her out for roughly 7 years of their lives, leaving her as alone as Anna was. He claims to have loved Charles but the pair spend most of COG arguing because Alastair wants Charles to spend all his time with him and Charles is struggling to balance his promotion, his public reputation, and Alastair (Important I am not saying it was wrong for Alastair to be upset about Charles engagements or to break up with him. I am just saying it seems like Charles did try to see Alastair as much as he could, and Alastair trying to pin all his emotional needs on one person, who already had so much going on, was unfair). On Thomas side well lets just say he has a lot of mixed up and complicated feeling of his own he needs to work out before he will be able to be in a healthy relationship let alone raise a child.

  If Thomstair aren’t able to take care of Baby Carstairs I bet I know a long time married, long time Carstairs loving couple, who would be happy to take the little guy in and have enough resources, experience, and love to give him a great life. Hey in the future Tessa says she has kept watch over three families: the Herondales, the Carstairs, and the Blackthorns. The Herondales and the Blackthorns are her and Will’s grandchildren. If she were watching the Carstairs because they were once her friends wouldn’t she also watch out for the Fairchilds and Lightwoods?

Blackthorn Babies with Mundane and Shadowhunter mommies and daddies

  (Okay this is one will involve some hopping around and several references to the family tree, so stay with me people, stay with me.) We aleady know Jem made some changes to this line. Lucie is not 12, she is 16. Tatiana is probably not going to live another 15 years. Also the tree said that Jesse dies 59, yet he actually died at 17. But future wife Lucie wants to resurrect him... which is highly illegal and should she be successful she will probably face terrible repercussions. Jesse also might not be able to live as a shadowhunter after being brought back. So even if we don’t want it, for the sake of this theory lets assume that upon Jesse’s resurrection both he and Lucie are banished and become a mundane pianist and writer. Let’s assume they also get married and have children. In order for the TDA Blackthorns to be shadowhunters at least one of Jucie’s kids would have to become a shadowhunter and move to the shadow world. I feel like Luce and Jesse would be willing to let their kids go in that case. That was all Jesse wanted growing up and Lucie is Will’s daughter. The children would just need someone they could stay with.

  Now lets hop to the Lightwood family line. According to the tree Christopher and Grace get married (Grace is also listed as a Cartwright so was her adoption overturned and she rejoined her bio family?) and continue the Lightwood line down to TMI. Grace and Christopher are set up to bond  (over science) and many fans are willing to believe that they are an endgame ship. But fans are also doubting that they are the ancestors of the TMI lightwoods.  For one thing Christopher is heavily coded to be asexual; and Grace herself seems to have a very.... twisted and warped view of physical acts. So now lets say Grace is somehow saved from punishment over Jesse’s resurrection or because of her past trauma is given a lighter sentence. Lets say Gracetopher really do get married. if they got married they probably will apt out of having children; at least biological children.

   Christopher has a younger brother , Alexander Lightwood, who seems like a much more likely candidate to continue his family line. Alex has been noted to have those dark blue eyes that while once a Herondale trait later become a Lightwood trait. He shares a first name one of TMI’s most prominent characters, and that is just about the only way baby Alex could have relevance to the story given that he is way to young to help out in the war. If Alexander Lightwood the first is one who carried on the Lightwood line why are his descendants listed under his brother and sister in laws names?

   Well way back before the CC launched TLH I remember her posting a tweet that said Grace could become an ancestor of either the Herondale or the Blackthorn line. This upset a lot of people who thought that it meant that Grace may have a baby with either James or Jesse. (No, just NO!!!) But what if instead of Grace having a baby with Jesse, She and Christopher adopt one of Jesse and Lucie’s babies so that that baby could be raised as a shadowhunter? I could see Grace and Christopher doing do: they each love one of the respective parents and are set get to know the other. The only good thing about Tatiana adopting Grace was she got Jesse as a brother. Should she ever recover from having Tatiana as an adoptive mother I could see her becoming very critical of other adoptions and refusing to allow Jesse’s children to potentially end up like she did. I am in love with a head cannon I have that Christopher will become a science professor at the academy. If Lucie and Jesse have to leave the shadow world, and they have to give up their children then I want to imagine that child living in Malec’s future academy suit with Shadowhunter mommy and daddy Gracetopher while they secretly get gifts and send letters to their mundane mommy and daddy Juice. (It is the least CC can do for the pain reading about that potential exile would cause me.)

[socialantleredrabbit]

I am uncreative but. I'm sending the asoryuu and baroaso asks right back at you (I'm curious to know how you answer 👀)

asoryuu!

when i started shipping it: i didn't, really. if my anarchist au from when i was going through dgs1-2 counts, then it was then

my thoughts: good ship! i like both their platonic dynamic and their romantic dynamic. i enjoy asoryuu content, but they're not deep in my head like a real otp

what makes me happy about them: their dynamic. that warmth, trust. and later, the angst that could erupt from asougi unleashing what no one should have seen and feeling really guilty about it. along with other trauma that i can't really express in words

what makes me sad about them: the entire year ryuu spent without kazuma. grief and guilt leading to building up an ideal asougi that exists in ryuu's head. idealization is something ive experienced too, so it really hits home

things done in fanfic that annoy me: when post-canon asoryuu long fics are done without barok in mind. both ships have their dynamic at the same time and can coexist. one of them may turn platonic but even then...

things i look for in fanfic: like for all fanfic, good plot, characterization and writing!

who i'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: hmm. i could see ryuususa working out wayyyyyyy later on. baroaso obviously, as well as baroryuu. maybe at some point kazuma and gina could have a friends with benefits relationship. (all of them post-canon)

my happily ever after for them: they work it out post-canon and find ways to marry each other. obviously

big spoon/little spoon: they switch! kazuma is the little spoon more often though

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: going for some beef stew and just talking about whatever they want. and flirting in court. and

NOW FOR BAROASO.

when i started shipping it if i did: after that photo with their swords in the newspaper. i just thought that they understand each other wordlessly, battle together.... ah

my thoughts: i have MANY THOUGHTS. baroaso is a really, really slow post-canon burn, it takes time for them to trust each other and to overcome each other's trauma and prejudices. most recent thoughts: in dgs2-4 kazuma moves and hides several things in the office to annoy barok if he returns

what makes me happy about them: the fact that kazuma talked barok out of resigning from being a prosecutor. their whole segment after dgs2-5's trial actually...

what makes me sad about them: there's too little canon barok and apprentice content. these three months are a huge step in barok's arc of overcoming his racism - he knew his apprentice was japanese, but still taught him and was nice to him. probably fighting with himself to do it.

things done in fanfic that annoy me: for their ship specifically? none, really. but i remember seeing in one asoryuu fic that kazuma hates building scale models. NO HE DOESN'T.

things i look for in fanfic: besides the things i mentioned above, that slow progression from mistrust to trust. and obviously my favorite tropes, if that's even the right word - hurt/comfort and whump (aka sickfics)

who i'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: baroryuu and asoryuu. would say vanlock but vanlock is a divorced long ago ship

my happily ever after for them: they work through their trauma together, iris develops b12 injections and kazuma finally gets barok off alcohol. as a result, barok dies at the age of 60, not 40+

who is the big spoon/little spoon: they switch, but barok is a little spoon more often than not

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: i think they would be the ones out of the whole herlock found family to understand law. and probably politics. so having pointless debates about that.

thank you, thenon! <3

[foryourdiary]

[ TOM HOLLAND, HE/HIM, CISMALE ]  —  [ TYLER PRUITT ]  is a child of  [ TYCHE ]  with the power of  [ JINX and LUCK ABSORPTION ] .  they were born in  [ 1997 ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2017 ] .  with the change, they  [ ARE TRAINING IN ]  the  [ STANDARD ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ CHALLENGING PEOPLE TO STUPID BETS and OVERALL BEING THE WORST ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the  [ MOON ]  building .  —   [ JINX ]: the power to make other people unlucky. (cannot be used on oneself, the longer the effects, the more exhausted the user becomes) [LUCK ABSORPTION]:   the power to absorb luck energy from one’s surroundings. (requires great concentration and effort, can only absorb whatever limited potential luck is in the objects/people/surrounds in their vicinity)

tw: car accident, death

though tyler’s father, an already incredibly successful lawyer, knew exactly what his son tyler would be after knowingly having an affair with tyche, the goddess of luck, that didn’t mean he was all that excited about having a child to begin with.

his father enjoyed being a single man, using his wealth to attract women, usually women significantly younger than him, in their 20s to his late 40s.

when tyler was born, the luck that emanated from his son excited mark pruitt, and suddenly being a father didn’t seem so bad.

it was an inconsistent thing, until tyler grew old enough to start controlling the absorption of luck around him, to bring it into himself, and share some of that with his father: a missing piece of evidence in a case would suddenly turn up, the opposing side’s star witness would slip up on a lie on the stand, things like that.

but just like his father, tyler was also selfish, and started using these powers for his own good fortune as he entered his preteen and teen years.

making other people unlucky allowed him to win every baseball game, taking in the luck around him helped him be the guy all the cute girls noticed first, and it meant that when his father finally settled down, he at least chose someone tyler could tolerate.

tyler was 16 when his father married his 24 year old “girlfriend” who happily confided with tyler that she was here to pay for medical school, just like tyler enjoyed the fruits of his father’s labor (or lack thereof) with his expensive cars and big house to throw parties in every weekend.

the two became allies, a woman tolerating a loveless marriage for the sake of getting through medical school to pay for her father’s medical debt, and a boy who, as he got older and older, resented that he was used as a pawn by a man who didn’t love him. 

tyler was in his second year of college when his family was attacked by a monster, and in a moment of fearing for his own life, his father did nothing to try and protect his wife or his son, instead protecting himself when he got in the car and drove away. It looked like the end of tyler and his stepmother who was more like a big sister when he was protected by fighters from nemean lion.

they hadn’t been fast enough to protect tyler’s father though, who in his haste to escape, ran a red light and was killed instantly in a head on collision. it was almost laughable, if it hadn’t hurt to know that tyler’s father died worried about only himself, with no love spared for his son.

and he lost his stepmother, who actually did step in the line of fire for him, just moments before he was rescued, just seconds short of saving her life.

so he headed off to nemean lion with more inheritance than he could ever spend, and no concept of what it was to care about anyone, or be cared about in return.

personality:

persuasive

venturesome

unfoolable

arrogant

judgmental

inconsiderate

headcanons:

tyler learned absolutely nothing about being a better person from watching his father die, if anything it’s just made him more “what’s the point” about life and doing whatever he wants

he’s obscenely wealthy, his dad had a lot of wealth from using tyler to manipulate investments

slut alert

he’s not cruel so much as he just doesn’t care much about how his actions affect people and he definitely will not call you back in the morning

potential connections:

disclaimer: i am not interested in plotting with or interacting with members who are under the age of eighteen. sorry <3 anyone wishing to do anything romantic with tyler should be over the age of twenty. just a personal boundary of mine, thank you for understanding.

sighs deeply…. hookups

a bestie

a roommate pls

someone tyler hits on all the time who constantly rejects him but lowkey flirts back… you know exactly what i’m talking about

this is super random but i was thinking tyler’s stepmom could have had a younger sister who blames tyler and his family for what happened to her (they wouldn’t be entirely wrong???) so like if anyone ever brings in a new char and wants to hash out that connection lmk

i’m open to most things, let’s hash some stuff out!

[readyourimgaines]

Age Doesn’t Mean Much

Summary: Five times the BAU remembered Reid’s younger than them plus one time they were violently reminded he’s not a child. 

Spoiler/Trigger Warning: The entire ending of the second season’s 15th episode: Revelations. 

Dr. Spencer Reid was merely 21 when SSA Jason Gideon convinced him to join the BAU. With the exception of Aaron Hotchner (who had also read the young doctor’s file) the team wasn’t sure how to feel about the inexperienced man. 

Other than giving a pointer or two to a professor lecturing on a cold case, Reid had no experience working in the field. The others figured that was why the poor kid pushed himself so hard: to prove himself. 

Right after the first case, Elle stopped talking down to him. Half way through the same case, Morgan decided he’d taken the doctor under his wing. JJ was the first of Hotch’s subordinates to warm up to Reid. Their friendship was an awkward one for a couple of days. To an outsider, it looked as though a childhood friend was trying to help the other through a bout of amnesia. 

Though the team never again questioned Reid’s ability on the field, there were times when they were suddenly reminded of Reid’s age. 

1: Trying to Balance on a Curb While Walking

Hotch lost count of how many times Jack would walk on the curb, one foot in the front of the other, both arms outstretched for extra balance. Almost always, one of Jack’s hands would be firmly holding one of his father’s. SSA Hotchner almost laughed at himself when he nearly held Reid’s hand on instinct. 

Reid and Hotch were walking alone to get lunch for the unit while between cases back home. They’d been walking side-by-side while Reid babbled happily about the last book he finished. Hotch contently listened, his mind occasionally wondering. 

Hotch’s mind was pulled back to reality from one of its wonderings when his hand had brushed against Reid’s. The doctor’s hand quickly formed into a fist as he concentrated on his balance, his lips pressed tightly together. While Jack had his arms stretched straight out, Reid held his at more of a slant. 

One thing Hotch quickly noticed, and was surprised the scientifically minded doctor missed, was that Reid’s ever present satchel was throwing him off balance. 

“Reid.”

“Hm?”

“Let me hold onto your bag.” Hotch held his hand out to take the leather bag.

“Why?” Reid’s foot touched down on the road as he lost balance now that he was doing more with his brain than focussing on his footing. 

“It's a hypothesis.” Hotch smirked but Reid missed it, not taking his eyes off his sneakers. 

Carefully, as not to fall, Reid removed his satchel and held it out, blindly, for Hotch to take. The older agent held it by the shorted of the two handles as he continued to walk alongside Reid. 

Hotch chuckled to himself upon seeing the look on Reid’s face. The young doctor was looking at his feet, almost in awe. He hadn’t needed to touch down since Hotch took the bag half a block back. 

Once he walked two blocks on the curb- without losing balance- Reid was content and took his bag back, putting it back over his shoulder so the pouch of it bounced against the opposite hip.

“Did you know the position of an object’s center of gravity affects its stability? The higher the center of gravity is, the easier it is for the object to fall. That’s why a small boat- like a kayak or canoe- is less likely to tip if the occupants are seated lower in the boat. 

“Textbooks usually demonstrate this with either a bus and or two cars of different heights and lengths…” 

2: Mismatched Socks

One of the first things Emily Prentiss noticed about Reid were his mismatched socks. Of course, the other BAU members noticed it too, but they never questioned it. It’s just part of who Reid was. Curiosity got the better of SSA Prentiss. 

“Reid?” 

The doctor looked up from his case file. “Yeah?”

“Why do you never wear matched socks?” She looked down at Reid’s ankles and he followed her gaze. One lavender sock, one pink with blue stripes. 

“My uh- When I was a kid, my mom would tell me it was bad luck to wear matching socks.” Reid pulled the lavender sock back up to where it should be. 

“That doesn’t sound like something that could be scientifically verified.” A slight smirk spread across Emily’s face. 

Reid huffed slightly. “The night I was taken by Tobias… It was the first time I wore matching socks in five years. Burgundy with orange stripes.” Reid blinked heavily, clenching his eyes shut. “I don’t wear socks if they match.” He paused again. “Besides, matching socks are boring. Some people say socks should be a shade darker than their pants or a shade lighter than the shoes- Hotch does the former.

“Also, 82% of men in my age bracket wear mismatched socks at least once a week because we keep losing one of a pair. And a family of four- on average- loses 60 socks a year.” 

3: Playing With Jell-O

Reid loved Jell-O. No-one was really sure why, but didn’t ask, either. Everyone had their favorite dessert, so maybe Jell-O was just his? He liked cake, sure, but he didn’t eat it nearly as often as he ate Jell-O. 

On jet rides back home, no-one ever knew what conversations were bound to come up. This week’s was what the team was going to do with a three day weekend and morphed into best desserts. 

“What about you, Reid?” Prentiss drew Reid from his train of thought.

“Hm?”

“You like Jell-O, don’t you, Pretty Boy?” Morgan checked.

“Yeah.”

“Not even Henry likes Jell-O,” JJ smiled at the thought of her young son. 

“It doesn’t have much of a taste,” Rossi added. 

“I think that’s part of why I like it, actually.” Reid fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. 

“Because it tastes like watered down Kool-Aid?” Rossi frowned.

“Yeah. All the other foods are so strong and Jell-O’s not. It’s cool, but not cold, and it’s fun to play with.”

A ghost of a smile danced across Hotch’s face. “Jack likes playing with it. He gets sad when I don’t buy finger Jell-O on accident.” 

“That’s the only kind I buy.” Reid nodded. “The red is my least favorite- It takes like Red 40.” 

“What is your favorite kind, then?” Rossi couldn’t help but ask. 

“Pineapple. Minimal amounts of dyes and you can see through it.”

“No numbers about Jell-O?” Prentiss challenged with a grin.

JJ, Hotch, and Morgan all smiled while Rossi teasily groaned. The groan got a smile from Reid too. 

“Actually, in the US, the Jell-O brand is recognized- by name and product- by 99% of the populous.” Spencer chortled. “That means that if you got a group of 100 people together, only one person would have no idea what Jell-O is.”  

4: Doodles on Everything

Dr. Spencer Reid didn’t always carry his leather satchel with him. Hotch more or less ordered him to get a notebook he could keep in a pocket. The unit chief didn’t care if Reid drew on his arms. The unit chief cared when Reid jotted down notions or points for the running case.

Garcia loved Reid’s little doodles and had a decently sized collection. She referred to him as a “chronic doodler”. The analysis tech found it almost funny that someone as brilliant and talented as Reid had so little artistic skill outside of his geographic profiling maps. 

Reid knew full well that Garcia collected his doodles. After a particularly stressful case- which always resulted in more doodles, Reid would sign and dare the flip book page before tearing it out and leaving it in Garcia’s bunker. 

There were times when Reid would doodle on his arm rather than the flip book simple because it was more convenient. That didn’t mean Garcia didn’t see those ones. No, no, no. These ones, Reid would take pictures of and send to Garcia when a case was getting to her.

Morgan talked to Garcia more than anyone else on a case. Whether or not Penelope voiced her unease, Morgan- ever the profiler- could tell. He’d have Reid a certain look and the younger man would send Garcia texts of his doodles- evenly spaced- throughout the case. If he did the math and found he didn’t have enough, nothing stopped him from drawing a couple more. 

Hotch and Gideon thought of the times their sons would draw a picture or make them a card when they had a bad day at work. Morgan was reminded of the beaded bracelets his sisters used to make him when he was injured in football or his team lost a game. 

The one hitch with their theory? Garcia was the one person who got to keep the drawings. Not even Reid kept them. She knew this fact and gloated about it to the team whenever she got a new one. All of her computer screens in her bunker had a different doodle as the screen saver. 

5: Dependent on the Team

For the most part, the BAU stuck to themselves after hours if they weren’t going out for drinks. Reid was the one exception and the rest of the team found they didn’t mind. 

JJ was the first one he texted. The message was a simple worded question: How can you tell the difference between romantic feelings and transference? The gentle blonde took it upon herself to explain to the doctor that he’d know when he was in love because how being near the person or even just thinking about them made him feel. 

The media liaison assumed she’d never really see the person Reid texted her about that Sunday evening. She was a little less than shocked to see the light in the young doctor’s eyes shift when Morgan wandered into the bullpen Monday morning.  

A month passed before JJ got a message along the lines of the one she was expecting: Reid asking for advice on how to ask someone out. How to better the wording, how to keep from straying off the point. 

The next day, he texted Elle about flowers: I have a date next weekend. Are flowers too forward?

Elle smiled down at her phone, at Reid’s innocence. She told him that flowers were a nice and caring gesture, but that he’d want to be careful with what flowers he got because different flowers sent different messages. 

This was the first of this Reid was hearing. He thanked Elle and thought more. Hotch was married. He must know a decent amount about flowers and such romantic ideas, right? So he texted Hotch: Do you know anything about flower symbolism? Elle says flowers have different messages to them.

Hotch chuckled, getting Haley’s attention.

“What’s so funny?”

“Do you remember Dr. Spencer Reid?” Hotch looked at the blonde. 

“He’s the shy, Autistic boy, right?” Haley glanced up from feeding Jack.

“Yeah. He’s nervous about an upcoming date and texted to see if I know anything about flowers.” Hotch’s thumb was dancing across the flip-phone’s buttons.

“What are you telling him?”

“That roses have the highest chance of getting him in his date’s bed. Pink camellias and carnations are signs of love and longing; ivy means friendship.” Hotch typed this by naming the flowers, placing an equal sign, and the meaning. 

“Do you know who his date is?”

“Not as far as Reid and his date are concerned.”

So yes, he did.

Friday morning- the morning before his date- Reid sat by himself on the jet ride home, trying to read a book he brought. He couldn’t focus on it for the life of him. He’d been staring at the same page for then minutes. He jumped a little when Gideon sat down across from him.

“What has you so nervous?”

“Noth-” Reid stopped short. That wasn’t the right word; the date meant everything to him. “I uh… I have a date tomorrow evening and I’m worried, I guess. I’ve never actually been on a date, but I really like this person.”

“Okay. So what about it has you worked up?” Gideon’s eyes were gentle and fatherly.

Reid thought about how to answer the question. “We’ve been friends for a while and I don’t- I don’t want to mess up so badly that he doesn’t want to be friends-” Reid froze, his eyes wide. “G-Gideon, I-”

“There’s nothing wrong.” The older man squeezed the younger’s shoulder. “If your friend know you as well as you know him, I think it’s safe to say he’s not too worried about the friendship failing. Sometimes, Reid, you have to take a leap of faith.”

+One: “I choose...Aaron Hotchner.”

“Choose, and prove you’ll do God’s will.”

“No.”

Click. “Choose.”

“I won’t do it.”

Click. “Choose.”

“I...I choose...Aaron Hotchner. He’s a classic narcissist. He thinks he’s better than everyone else on the team. Genesis 23:4, “Let him not deceive himself and trust in emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility, for these shall be his recompense.” 

Bang. Raphael took a bullet from Tobais’ pocket and held it up, showing it to Reid. “For God’s will.”

Morgan’s heart shattered at seeing his boyfriend crouched over the body of his captor and tormentor. The side of Reid’s head was coated in dry blood, he was avoiding putting weight on his sock-less foot.

Reid limped his way over to Hotch and hesitantly put a hand on his superior’s arm as though he wasn’t sure the man was there. The young man quickly and tightly hugged Hotch.

“I knew you’d understand.”

JJ was the next to hug Reid, the doctor losing his balance slightly and the liaison easily caught him. 

“I am so sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

The second JJ let go of Reid, Morgan stepped forward and pulled Reid into as tight of a hug as he dared. He needed to feel his boyfriend in his arms but he’d seen the same video as everyone else and didn’t want to hurt him more. 

Prentiss was shocked and looked at JJ with wide eyes when Morgan kissed Reid and the doctor eagerly reciprocated. The blonde just smiled.

*****

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